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Invisible Girl
In The Red
Filthy humour, a doo-wop sensibility and garage rock production are bound to make for a novel, if not sloppy cocktail. The third album from this Germany-based Indo-Canadian duo sees Khan’s bravado relatively contained in favour of making the scatological sound soulful. But when the guffaws fade, it’s hard to disguise the flat production and uniform pace as something more than two lads mashed out of it in a Berlin bunker.